El baile del caballo

The white statues
want to tell you
the looks of those who never speak
and your body in the sun
yes, yes forever
are you saving love
until the end of the century?
and if there are no more turns?
good luck to you

The horse dance
doesn't care who's going to fall
it just moves its legs

Black little horse
unwelcome in the end
I will rise with the glass held high
every new love
I'll mock you
and walk the path like this
without looking at the ground
with my eyes on the sun
good luck to you